Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Evaline:

His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me fully bare beneath him. "You are glistening for me," he murmured, and even though his voice was low, it sent a full-body shiver through me.

His hand slid between my thighs, parting them gently. My breath caught again as his fingers traced the slick folds of my core, tender and unhurried. His touch wasn't rushed - no, it was exploratory, reverent, like he was memorizing how my body responded under his fingers.

He dipped a finger into me, then another, curling slightly as he began to move them in a slow rhythm. I let out a soft cry, my hands fisting the sheets. Every motion was precise, teasing the places that made me feel like I was unraveling.

"You are so soft and tight down here," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. "So warm… so perfect."

His fingers continued their slow dance, building the pressure inside me until I was squirming, my legs tensing around him. And yet he didn't rush. He kissed the insides of both thighs, the dip of my hip, even my belly, until I was dizzy with want.

My fingers clutched at his shoulders as he crawled back up my body, lightly pressing his weight over me, kissing my mouth like he needed the taste of me to breathe.

I felt him at my entrance, the thick heat of him nudging against me.

But again, he paused. His forehead rested against mine, his breath mingling with mine.

"Evaline," he said, his voice hoarse, almost broken. "Tell me. Do you want this? Do you want me?"

My chest rose and fell rapidly beneath him. My heart felt so full, so open it almost hurt.

"I do," I whispered. "I want you."

The moment I gave him my answer, his restraint finally unraveled.

He kissed me again - deep, slow, and utterly consuming. I felt the crown of his length noving over my aching clit, building my need until I felt I was about to shatter. Then, he positioned himself at my entrance and slipped in with careful, deliberate ease.

I gasped into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I stretched around him, feeling every inch of him filling me, claiming me in a way that left me breathless.

My heart pounded in rhythm with the soft groan he released, like he just found something he had been searching for forever.

"You feel…" he began, but the words trailed off into a choked breath as he settled fully inside me. "Stars, Eva. You feel like home."

Tears burned the corners of my eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming swell of emotion crashing through me. His body was pressed flush against mine, his chest heaving as he stilled inside me, allowing me time to adjust, to breathe.

I wrapped my arms around his back, drawing him closer, and whispered against his neck, "Don't hold back."

His lips brushed the edge of my jaw. "Never with you."

And then he began to move.

Slowly at first - measured, reverent thrusts that allowed us both to feel everything. The way our bodies molded together, the heat that built between us, the soft sounds of skin against skin and breathless moans that filled the room. He moved like he wanted to memorize the shape of me from the inside out, and every motion made my toes curl and my back arch to meet him.

My first release came quicker than I expected, a warm rush that tore through me with a quiet cry. He swallowed my moan with a kiss, slowing slightly to let me ride it out while his touch kept me grounded through the storm.

"You are incredible," he whispered against my lips. "Watching you fall apart… feeling you clench around me… I don't think I'll ever be the same again."

He didn't give me time to recover fully before picking up his rhythm again, this time more urgent, more hungry.

His hand slid beneath my thigh, lifting it higher so he could thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made me tremble and whimper his name. I clung to him, my nails dragging down his back and breath catching with each powerful stroke.

"You were made for me," he rasped, kissing the side of my throat. "My sweet, little mate."

His words undid me almost as much as his body did.

"Say it again," I whispered, desperate to hear it.

He raised his head and looked down at me, his eyes burning like twin stars, fierce and tender all at once.

"Evaline Greystone, I, Draven Thorne, accept you as my mate. I accept your past, your present, and your future that has yet to come. I accept all that you are, completely and without condition, to stand beside me as my fated mate and my future Luna."

The world seemed to stop for a heartbeat. The room fell away, and all I could see, all I could feel, was him.

Then he thrust deep - so deep I cried out - and something inside me shattered.

Pleasure exploded in my veins, white-hot and endless. My vision blurred, my back arched off the bed, and a sob tore from my lips as I convulsed around him. My second release was so strong, so complete, it stole the breath from my lungs. I didn't just fall apart... I unraveled.

"Eva," he groaned, his voice breaking as he pushed deeper one final time and followed me into bliss. I felt him shudder above me, felt the tension snap from his muscles as he spilled his release inside me, his hands trembling where they gripped my hips.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, holding me close as his body stilled. Our heartbeats thundered together, our chests rising and falling in sync. We lay there, tangled in each other, caught between exhaustion and the lingering echo of something profound.

Something unbreakable.

His arms wrapped tighter around me as if he would never let go.

And I knew, in that moment... he wouldn't.

Not now. Not ever.